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People were looking at a big bird passing,
______hovering, steady,
In the night, on the carless street
the few people were walking slowly,
The bird was drifting, singing, free.
The streetlamps were reflecting on the wet pavement,
the song and the shadows were absorbed in the cement,
The people were going home,
it was around three,
_____and the bird was me.
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INSOMNIAC HAIKU
Growing hatred for this bed
that doesn't let me sleep.
I glance out the window
in the darkness where i want to slip.
to my very good friend Gabriel
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